Use Me Like A Drug

The Embrace Of Two People Who Understood Each Other Completely

You weren't able to get much sleep after Yeongcheol's threat. You wished you had gotten sleep because you didn't want to show up to your first day of work all groggy, but there you were, staring at the stupid paper hat that rest on your head delicately. You let your eyes drift towards your sailer style shirt and down towards the brown apron that covered your black skirt and the long socks that rest just below your knees. It was a ridiculous outfit. Your only saving grace was that you could wear comfortable shoes. You released a sigh before you stepped out of the washroom and walked to meet your new boss. He was harsh. His sentences were curt and he barely spoke to you, choosing rather to address your other coworker, who you had yet to meet. It made you feel like you were doing something wrong.

"(Y/N)! Clean the tables and set out the salt and pepper!" He demanded before looking to your coworker behind the counter and giving calm instructions to the nameless boy you had yet to see or hear.

You did exactly what he said, redoing it after he told you that you did it wrong. It was only your first day. Hopefully you would get better. You were relieved when you finally got to step foot behind the counter.

"Ask me if you have questions," your boss said before disappearing into his office.

You walked behind the counter and took a deep breath, readying your 'customer service persona' so that you could happily greet your new coworker.

"(Y/N)?"

"HueningKai?"

The situation worked out better than you ever hoped it would have. You no longer cared that your boss was a jerk. You got to work with HueningKai and what better pleasure is there than that?

  The rest of the day was filled with the two of you saying 'I can't believe this' and such. There was a stupid smile that you couldn't wipe off of your face. It certainly helped your customer service face. When time came to close the shop and walk home, you felt sad. A whole day spent with HueningKai was one of comfort and enjoyment and it felt like it was ending so soon. You wanted to spend more time with him but you knew that getting a job at all was pushing your luck.

Your parents were livid when they found out. They were already angry with the fact that you'd taken to your little group of friends, but now, you were spending more and more time out? You could feel the rage that simmered deep down in their stomachs after you told them. It summoned a fear that no one save Yeongcheol had been able to summon from you.

They seemed even more annoyed when you returned home. They sat in the living room and their eyes were already on you, as if they were waiting for you to come back home. You greeted them with a slight nod as you removed your shoes and put your coat on a hanger. Their eyes followed you as you went to your room to change out of your uniform.

Working had tired you out. You hadn't expected to be as tired as you were. You wanted to collapse into your cold bed and allow it to adjust to your body temperature and slowly drift away into a half conscious slumber. Instead of doing so, you started on your homework as your head began to buzz with the beginnings of boredom. You stared at the page in your math workbook and allowed your mind to drift, though you shouldn't have. You couldn't help it. It felt better than the constant boredom that made your brain feel fuzzy and staticky.

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  HueningKai retired to his room after another insufferable dinner. The other child at the table, the one who was ten years his junior, had thrown food at him and it had gotten all over his hoodie. He wanted to get mad. He wanted to yell at her and tell her not to throw things. He wanted her to feel bad and never do it again. He wanted to scream at her. He took a deep breath in and as he met the eyes of the others around the table, he grabbed a serviette and wiped the food from his stained hoodie. When he'd gotten everything off that he could possibly get off, he grabbed another serviette and grasped it tightly under the table, breathing out and allowing his anger to flow through his fingertips and into the crushed serviette. Ms Eunyoung watched him with expectant eyes. Mr Seongho watched him with expectant eyes. They expected him to be mature about the situation.